oh that silly fag

random stuff for today:

- i love scrubs. and i love how i'm the only person who loves all these shows that everyone i know hates. makes me feel special. short bus special, don't worry, no big head here. why do i love scrubs, well it's funny, and then there was this joke from a week ago; turk (donald faison, the back guy) is talking about his one night of the week he has to himself;

Turk: i got the apartment to myself, i come home, walk in the door and immeaditely get comfortable (pants fall to the floor)... then i take care of all my busy work... then i watch whatever's on ESPN
TV: stay tuned for more Gilmore Girls!
Turk: mother's and daughter's they speak so fast but they speak so true. (thinking) then i make some important work calls.
Turk: did you see it?
J.D.: I am so mad at Lorelai, i can't even talk right now.

hehe.

- gilmroe girls by the way, still one of the best shows on T.V. Why? some golden tidbits:

Emily: I need you to fix my wedding dress. The dress maker did a horrible job.
Lorelai: Why don't you have the woman who made the dress fix it.
Emily: Lorelai, when a woman gives birth to a crack baby you do not buy her a puppy.

(Paris in the middle of yelling at Doyle who she broke up with hours earlier, who's now sobering up and wearing Rory's overcoat from earlier)
Paris: So you could have hooked up with a really hot chick tonight?
Doyle: Yes ...
Paris: (interrupting, yelling, softly then loudly) in rhinestone buttons?! who was it Sheila E??!!

- i hate allergies.

- i love coffee.

- i found this cover song the other day by a band called "Frente!" It's a cover of Bizarre Love Triangle by New Order, you know it, "everytime i see you falling, i get down on my knees and pray, i'm waiting for that final moment you'll say the words that i can't say." Get it, it's great, just a guitar and the singer, a girl, she does great with it.

- i can't stop listening to rihanna's "SOS," one, cause i love the sample of 'tainted love,' and two, the videos (two of them are out there floating around) are fucking great. and three, it's fun to dance to. i can pop and lock with the best of em. even a little krumping.

- yes i just said krumping.

Trouble loving game player

ok. so the other night i sign on to aol to check the ol' mailbox and lo and behold "what does your drink say about you?" who could resist?

for those who don't know me, i take it gin, up, bruised and dirty, three olives, on the side. put them IN my drink and it goes back. and god save your soul if you give me the itty bitty olives that are basically the retarded, red headed step child of the olive world. so there i go looking for martini's and lo and behold:

Men: This guy could go either way. If he sticks with tradition and goes for gin or vodka, he knows how to play the game. Three olives is his preference, but beware if he orders it extra dirty since that can only mean trouble ahead. If he breaks from tradition and orders a Cosmo, then he is a free spirit. His tastes may not be up to par with Mr. Olives, but he can take you on an adventure that most girls only dream of.

so apparently i'm bi (read: this guy could go either way)(thank god! that explains my facination with straight porn), i play games, and i'm big trouble.

could i get this on a bumper sticker?

yes ladies and gentlemen, it's that time of the month

god i hope i'm not pregnant.

oh that's right, god doesn't like butt-babies. i'm good. nevermind.

so.... shit i forgot... oh no there it is.

it's time for everyone's favorite:

random spontaneity!

- i am doing well. been pretty busy with life in general. i have been uber-productive the past two weeks and am actually amazed with myself. i stand in the mirror and just stare at the magnificence that is me.

- that last part was just a joke for those of us who are clueless.

- but i have indeed been looking at myself a lot more in the mirror lately, why you ask? i cut off all my goddamn hair that's why. it's short and cute and i look younger than i ever have! it's friggin weird looking at the new face in the mirror. i had my long hair growing out for almost 3 years, so to see myself now is still taking some getting used to.

- there's this friggin incredible little mexican place that just opened up here in Austin on SoLa. Casita Taco in the small green shopping center on the east side of lamar across from the genie car wash i think. the hubby and i went in this afternoon to get me something quick to eat. i whipped out the spanish and conversed a bit with the apparently father/son team that was working. the cook reminded me of my grandfather the moment i walked in and immediately i knew, "this is gonna be good." and lemme tell ya, i have never had rice, beans, and salsa (the mild is the best in austin) this good in austin; and the chicken quesadilla was right on. so fucking good. took me back to mexico on a saturday night for after hours/after bar/sloshed off your ass food. so fucking good. after lunch i went in to meet the guys and they couldn't of been nicer and grandpa taco can fuckin' cook! think grandma's kitchen during a bbq, that good. oh and if you're latino, this all makes sense, otherwise you're on your own.

- the ebay business is on hold for a bit. things were going great, then two weeks ago my computer crashed. six years worth of writings, pictures, programs, music, videos, school work, personal work, work work... all gone. i know i know, "why didn't you have back up?" come on people, in this day and age? with my computer skills and my perfect computer? pa-shaw. anyone who knows me knows my comp is my baby and that i'd of never done anything to mistreat or abuse my child. it's just one of those things that happens. i'm saddened, yea, but what can you do. anyways. in the process i lost all my ebay stuff. so it's all on hold till i'm done with other projects.

-i apparently am out of my funk. i've been in a funky funk for the past couple of months/years. but recently, that's all kinda changed. i'm up everyday by 8 a.m., i'm happy, and laughing and my mind is alot clearer and driven. it's weird. who knows, maybe it's just one really long pleasant LSD trip and i have no idea that it's going on.

- bush is still a fuck head. i'm sorry, but when is this guy just going to give in and resign. you couldn't give us osama, so you fabricated this war to get our minds off of who you were REALLY supposed to be after, you're popularity is the lowest of any president ever in history, you look like a baboon's diarrhea ass with mr. potato head ears, and you're wife's coochie is probably drier than the inside of paris hilton's skull, nothing but tumbleweeds and crickets. give it up, you were a loser the first four years, and the first half of the other four have sucked more dick than a manager at the chain drive.

- mela, the almighty blind one, is fucking hilarious. she never ceases to amuse. yes yes i know "why does he keep making fun of the blind and deaf dog?" understand people that i'm not making "fun" of her per se, i love her like a parent would love any child, other people may think "oh i couldn't stand to watch her walk around and not be able to see or hear" but those people don't know mela. i've been taking her to the park with asura, the other dog, and she's so incredibly brave and fearless. she doesn't know she's special. she explores and plays and has a great time no matter what. even when she's sad, she's happy and playing 2 minutes later, just "tra la la la la, i'm a dog, nothing will get me down (THUMPdoor) tra la la la la." she's amazing. the perfect dog.

- i'm fucking tired of the "army of one" commercials. they are so blatant in their propaganda that i physically cannot watch one in it's entirety. "i have to do this... it's time to be the man," "you've never shaken my hand and looked me in the eye [you must be a man now]," "what about training? ... it's the army." ug, i just threw up in my mouth a little. so, in order for fresh-face-pimple-ridden-just-graduated-from-high-school-impressionable-red-state-redneck-hick to "become a man" he has to join the army and get himself killed in a war that should never have happened in the first place, kill a couple dozen human beings because they live in a world less fortunate than others, have any number or combination of limbs blown off, shot off, mutilated, bombed, cut or amputated, or simply become a prisoner of war and have my death by firing squad or decapitation used by the other extremists on the other side of the world 1000's of miles away from my family and any of their understanding and have my death circulated on television news stations hundreds of times the world over. perfect, just how i planned to die.

- reality tv sucks (save for ANTM and Project Runway). and i haven't seen any of American Idol, but Chris Daughtry, 25 and voluntarily takes on two kids and wife, that voice, and those looks... good lord boy, you're gonna make me cum without even touching myself. oh! looks like i just did.

that is all for now. peace.

"I suck a little dick ... smoke a little crack"

go here:



that is all.

Un-Lucky Charmed

so... the news was handed out this week, that yes my friends, Charmed, in it's 8th season, and 178 episodes later, has indeed been cancelled.

exec prod brad kern has already begun penning the final two episode series finale, and was actually holed up writting when the call came in to let him know that the show was going to end, a fact he had already anticipated.

charmed started 8 years ago in 1998, a year later i arrived in austin and by chance caught an episode and like whitney and smack, i was hooked. and for 8 years i have watched three talented actresses (fuck shannen doherty) grow up to the 30 something women they are now. i fell in love with holly marie combs' piper and watched her valiant struggle of every day living with the wish of a normal life and cried with her as she had to give up and say good-bye to her two children in order for them to live and have a future, give up her sister in order to go on with her own destiny and life, and sacrifice her husband so that the greater good would have a chance at a future; watched as alyssa milano's phoebe had to decide, for the good of all humanity, to destroy her one true -- epic -- love and grow from an immature over bleached 20 year old into a classy and sophisticated woman with a penchant for looking damn hot; and watched an awkward and shy rose mcgowan come into her own as paige and watched as she developed into a stellar actress with a quiet repose reminiscent of classic hollywood actresses.

and suddenly it's over. their lives will end with a few simple penned lines from creator brad kern. may 21st it all comes to an end.

and next year, i will have to say good-bye to more women in my life, but that's for a different post.

::raises glass of champagne:: to charmed, an incredible story, show and love that i knew i would have to give up someday, but am happy to have had this time with them. thank you for 8 incredible years.

now if you'll excuse me, if you need me i'll be in the bathtub, with a rusty razor, cutting my wrists. sheri, hold my calls.

well lookie what we have here boys... a Grade A 100% beef faggot

and don't you forget it.

::pours himself a cup of coffee and a shot of vodka and sits down::

so... ... ... how are you?

really. that bad. your mother? with the butler? AND col. mustard!

horrid.

on to happier topics. take me for instance. no really, feel free, i'm that kind of slutty.

so life is good. i'm 25 now. and not much has changed. well except for the addition of a deaf and blind white australian shepard mix who's now 14 weeks old and named Marshmallow, or Mela, for short. get it.

she bumps into things. shakes it off and walks off. she hits everything. chairs, walls, doors, furntire, sinks... it's really quite hilarious.

but shes a trooper.

oh and i've started ebaying. i'm an ebay whore. but hey it's fun and i'm pretty good at it. i'll plug it more later. for now...

25 and in a month a 2 year anniversary. damn, i started this in 2004... you should check out some of those old posts, the first ones, they're a trip. i'm a damn good writer.

i am doing well.

i hate bitches. seriously, all kinds too. i don't discriminate. i hate all 'dem bitches.

santi is probably shocked that i posted.

yea well fuck you too bitch.

did i tell you about the time he recorded over my gilmore girls with survivor and the o.c. ... i gagged so hard... oh excuse ... gotta gag ... oh shit that's where that dildo went.

and brianna is a story whore for her newspaper. work it girl. work it. i say strike if they don't up the anty. hehe ... i finaly got to say anty.

do you find me funny? do i make you, perhaps, randy?

hi randy i'm jaime.

and i'll try to post more often.

gift

gift

as children
we dreamed
spun around in open fields
starring defiantly at the sun
and we dreamed

we dreamed
"the faster, the higher"
as arms became wings
wind beckoned our call
and off we flew
higher and closer to the sun
till our homes became small
and our souls filled with air
and suddenly our dreams
fulfilled
and suddenly dizzy at accomplishment
we'd lie down and giggle
till the excitement of dream's awakened
lay gently back asleep
inside of our hearts

we grow up

and suddenly life is more complex
and our arms no longer become wings
and we stare melancholy to the sun
wishing to taste its sweet rays once again

to again feel the thrill of flight
to again feel more than what our lives have become
to again ... feel

but one in a special few
though all god's children
never lost the gift he gave us
wings of dreaming
instead they become
were forced
or were simply left better
undercover
close to us, wrapped gently around our hearts
protection from a cruel world
and heart bitter with resentment
who tried to clip dreams
of more than just a life
were shielded against
and our dreams
guarded
became our hope
and salvation

till one day they could unfurl
strong and beautiful
sun lit ivory snow
spanning greater than the fullest sun
and larger than our grandest fantasy
and fantasies became real
dreams became reality
those special few
whose wings, could never be broken
dream larger, and grander
than a thousand suns
and whose life shines brighter
than all of them rolled into one
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needs some work but there ya go. other LA inspired poetry coming soon

c'est la vie

so...

bush finally admitted it was "his fault" with all that's been going on... good... good... now... how about taking responsibility for all the other things you dropped the ball on you goofy faced potato head looking honkey.

now all we need is to point out the other stupid shit people seem to be missing that's been going on lately... oh like... i don't know... off the top of my head...

guess who just got a $500,000,000 contract to "clean up" naw'leans... that's right boys and girls... Haliburton... why yes boys and girls... that IS the company VICE PRESIDENT DICK CHENEY supports and works for... what a smart and wonderful connection you've all made boys and girls...

HELLOOOO?!

los angeles part 3

an evening on the boardwalk from up above.
view of the mountains from the apartment. believe it's malibu or something like that.
the hollywood sign from the hollywood forever cemetery.
people at the evening screening of movies in the cemetery. tons of people show up to it, wine, food, weed and breakfast at tiffany's projected on the screen of the wall two photos below.
tons of people.
the wall that the movie was projected on.
the arizona mountains in the evening.
mountains on an indian reservation in new mexico.
more interstate 70 mountains.















those are the photos for now. oh and this is our dog.

los angeles photos part 2

and now, more photos from los angeles:

this is the boardwalks self proclaimed 'world's greatest whino,' he just roams up and down the boardwalk with his sandwich board singing (to the tune of jingle bell rock) 'jingle bell jingle bell help me get drunk.' he also tells jokes to tippers and gives free hugs.
this is a random hot guy, for la santi. there are tons more hot guys, all muscly, and tan. just imagining them rubbing their well sculpted bodies rubbing lotion allllll over... :: cough :: ahem... sorry. wait where am i, what was i talking about.
just a random guy playing the guitar
some random rastifarian.
the following are pictures from the hari krishna festival, which attracts over 50,000 visitors.





more photos to come later.

los angeles photos part 1

so without further ado (and since the random drive by's by santi threatening to physically hurt me should i take any longer in posting them are starting to freak me out), pictures from los angeles, in no perticular order.

This is the boardwalk. This is where i live. It's apartment buildings, then the boardwalk, the median, beach then ocean. Tons of artisans, and crazies, populate the famous Venice Boardwalk. Janis Joplin just one of the many crazy artisans that started here. You can't help but feel the energy.







The view from our apartment. The boardwalk, beach and ocean. No A/C so the windows stay open always.











Boardwalk has a few of these little oasis type looking things all over. Down the block is muscle beach.











This is the side of the apartment building we live in, we decided the guy who did it was on acid and was making if for his friends, who were also on acid.










Oh that acid, it makes you do craaaazy things.













Ok that's just plain cool.













Welcome to Venice Beach.














more pictures to come later.

signing off

rest in peace peter. thank you for your dedication to the craft.

peter jennings

the last great broadcast journalist

1938-2005

you will be greatly missed

so how does gwen get it to smell like bananas?

in case you're wondering about the title, go here.

otherwise...

- so across the way on a tiny foot by foot metal covering to some pipe coming out the building next door, i thought i was watching two lovely, actually cute pigeons doing a little beaking before pigeon "how to peck" class or something, but no........first they were beaking and i was all "awww cute" like watching thumper from 'bambi' blush, awww....... then they did a little pigeon bow to each other and i was all AWWWWW....then they started walking in a circle in what i'll term the pigeon waltz.... and me the sentimental slightly retarded pot head i am was all "ok that's way too cute" ............. then ...... right before my eyes ......... cowboy up ...... little boy pigeon went and mounted little girl pigeon, pigeon fucking was on, it was funkytown baby and i had front row seats and was playing that really sexy saxophone playing in the background.... needless to say, death to all pigeons..... gross.

- if i have to listen to the verbal diarrhea of one more muscle headed monkey los angelite trying to impress the latest root rotted articial dime store peroxide blond one more time i swear to god i will cut myself.

- and in other news, i'm a little drunk.

- i'm catching up on family guy episodes i missed. tonight, model misbehavior and the loretta cleveland quagmire where quagmire gets down with the swirl.

what?! i can say "the swirl!"

uh, i'll have the extra crispy

now. we all know the boy scouts are just a bunch of closet homo's going out in the middle of the woods for some good ol' sewing, camping and other extra curricular activities (read: circle jerks, awkward cock fondling and statutory rape) and we all know they be crazy with their "we'll wear precious little ascots, but no gays allowed" rules, but this is just over the line...

The Boy Scouts of America vowed to continue their Jamboree despite the death of four adult Scout leaders in an electrical accident while setting up camp on the opening day

dick: "so harry, what you doing tonight"
harry: "oh, just going to the boyscout jamboree"
dick: "didn't you just lose all four of your scout leaders/mentors yesterday?"
harry: "yea, but who cares about emotional scarring or the fact four people died last night, when i could be swimming naked with that nifty steven, and taking it all night long from a rough trick named jeb, who also happens to be my scout leader and uncle."

hello?!

random spontaneity - the blood of life

i wonder if she's a ma-a-a-a-niac, m-a-a-a-a-niac on the floor? -jaime on pink legwarmers girl in los angeles

and now ladies and gentlemen, for your ADD/OCD pleasure, random spontaneity, or, things neither here nor there (which really means no where, basically):

- the crazy lady on the boardwalk called me a nig-let... what pray tell is a niglet?

-i must really look like a pot head now, cause since last friday night i've been asked once a day whether i'd like some bud, by guys randomly walking past me on the boardwalk.

-coffee = life ... and momma loves her crack.

-speaking of crack, what ever happened to that reality show about bobby brown and whitney. speaking of which, who fucking gives bobby brown his own reality tv show. he sang "it's my perrogative" people! what the fuck is wrong with you?!

-reality tv is now in it's 5th year boom. time to put it down for a nap now. why? blow out, kept, raising a hilton, stripsearch, gilligans island. need i continue?

-so any word on X3 yet? every scifi/anime/marvel junkie wants to see some phoenix kicking ass.

-i lost my sunglasses at albertsons 5 hours after i bought them. fucking albertson's customer's thieving asses... grrr... at least they had taste.

-energy is an amazing thing. resonant energy i should say. went to a movie screening of "breakfast at tiffany's" at an old hollywood cemetery that had a bunch of stars and movie people from earlier this century buried there, and on the wall of a 30 foot mausoleum, me ric and brianna, in a sea of hundreds of people, watched audrey hepburn at her finest, i cried at 'moon river' and i could swear when we walked into that cemetery that night, i could feel the energy of all those there, saying 'welcome.'

-brianna is funnier in different parts of los angeles(i believe it has to do with techtonic plates)(ric:"well you know how flexible jaimito is." bri:"noooo... i'm pretty sure you know more than i do."(she's also now got "comefuckmenowwwwWWWWmotherfucker!" hair.)

-i now know what a raid looks like.

-i forgot to bring my borrowed copy of harry pothead chapter 5 and now can't read the chapter 6. when did i become a prepubescent little girl?

-speaking of prepubescent little girl. i saw kelly clarkson in concert. i was the middle chair, front row center at her concert. she was literally, standing directly in front of me. i touched her hand. i love kelly clarkson.

-anonymous is the best clothing store in the world for men.

-i'm sometimes amazed at my cooking abilities.

-i miss austin.

-pigeons suck.

-pigeons need to die.

-hooray for lance, but i could really care less.

-london police shot the wrong man. has anyone else realized how paranoia is ruining all of our lives.

-president shithead is still... well a shithead. "i called to congratulate you on an amazing feat of human perserverence" or some pre written shit laden concoction like that. he called and said the same thing the past 3 years! come on people! it's time to get the shit-flinging-short-bus-belonging-entertained-by-his-own-voice-pronounciation-handicapped-"i'mgonnabombeveryonetomakemydaddyhappy-money-embezzling-agenda-pushing-right-wing-conservative-fuck-head-up-his-ass-so-far-hitler-wonders-how-he-did-it-ranch-owning-bigoted-christian-priest-raped-autistic-coke-snorting-buttfaced-miscreant-monkey-looking-special-ed-reject out of office.

that is all. enjoy your day.

hi-what-us?

hiatus. that's right i said it. i think i'm going on a small probably inconsistent hiatus. life has suddenly become busy. a week and a half ago i was in los angeles living it up with the hubby (that's right i said it), and now i'm in our house now completely moved into my room and vacated out of the barrio.

all of 2 blocks away but in a whole new world, it's amazing the difference a gay makes. :)

and now i'm heading into a two straight week stint of work. intensive and exaustive work. couldn't be happier but oh my god 13 straight days....

let the good times roll. i'll keep you all posted.

night's bliss

day is done
night is on
all
falls soft and silent

god's time is now
indigo in hues
shadows alive and patient

mysticism swirls down
her tender lanky olive branches

she owns this stride
pride inside beems alive
defiant

fuck you
and your pin me down and screw me here and now look

i'm more than the night can hold
i'm spirits ancient and souls of old
i'm my life's years rolled into one

stronger than the hardest of stone
and more powerful than you'll be graced to ever know

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care to see more of my poetry?

living the life surreal

this is going to be one of those completley random posts.

so i just caught the tail end of the "surreal life 4" reunion. christopher knight and adrienne curry are officially an item, living in los angeles together.

for those who don't know, or don't have cable, ck was peter brady, and ac was america's first next top model. the real story though is ck is 47, and ac 22.

i know!

i am so ac, just with a lot more curves, and the bf is my c. knight. see, proof that it happens all the time, screw age differences, it's about falling in love with the person and not the number. what's more, ck's an actor, like the bf, and ac is a model, and i'm just hot. so you can see the resemblence. (and for those who didn't get it that was a joke, i'm not that full of myself, santi is, i'm not).

anyways...

so i want this ride



hot. i know. god i want that between my legs. gggrrrrr.....rrrr.....

and i'll be working at the salon as the bf's assistant for a few days this week. i'm going in tomorrow to shadow and learn a bit. he's already planning me a back story, something along the lines of an architect burned out by the man and i was looking for a way to explore my creative flair while supporting two kids and a crack addicted mongoose and a hidden addiction to 'showgirls.' care to rub my nipples with ice? :: wink wink ::

i've also decided that i'd like to take up fishing, the "swim in the water" kind of fishing not the "gotta get me some coochie coochie man whore" type fishing.

told you this was gonna be random.

mirror mirror part deux

july 14, 2004 - "where you learned your sexual values"

where i learned my sexual values
-or-
i never had the 'birds and the bees' talk with my parents. praise be to god(dess)

i learned my sexual values on my own. you tend to do that growing up in a ninety-nine percent latino culture as places like mcallen, texas, dictate (don't let the name fool you, i'm a coconut, brown on the outside, white on the inside). throw into the mix an awkward, overweight, intelligent seventeen year old gay adolescent, and there's bound to be trouble.

i kept to myself in high school; the straight guys would talk about their conquests and all i would think about is how i would like to conquest them. and i often did, in secret of course. like so many gay youth, i had to find out on my own the rights and wrongs, goods and bads, hot and 'holy crap that's disgusting batman!' i didn't have anyone to teach me, so when i went home for the first time with another man from the first gay bar i ever went to - let's just say the alcohol i had attained after a quick hand wash in the bathrrom served its purpose. luckily the awkwardness and self consciousnes quickly disappeared and i myself was amazed at how easy, and i think just really natural it all was, like 'yea, this feels right.' i learned with my intelligence, looks and person, that i quickly became a commodity. i lost the weight, gained the confidence, and was myself, and in about six months time i had a strong basis of sexual values.

then came austin. austin just expanded my interests. i naturally had my preference (and the ever stereotypical gay promiscuity) which of course disappeared- over time. but more importantly, i had an opportunity to become an educator and leader in the gay community and served as director of the glbt students association at ut, where it became my duty to educate myself as to sex (gay, straight, lesbian, trisexual, and other) and i got to educate others inside and outside the classroom. many a bar occasion would be spent intellectualizing with a colleague, usually out for the night but not feeling the dancing, tweaking, drunk or rolling mob on the dancefloor. i even held lectures and was asked many a time to be a panel member on everything from glbt rights to growing up gay to being asked "how i like it" in front of a human sexuality class at a lutheran university! (needless to say, they asked and i told).

my sexual values were self taught. i had to determine for myself what i would and would not do, how far i would go, safety, love, one night stand-- everything-- for myself, and it's made me who i am.

mirror mirror

over last summer, i had the opportunity to take a human sexuality class with dr. nancy daley, an incredible lecturer and professor, she had us writing "personal reflections" about two times a week. the reflections were usually small prompts but we were given the option to write about whatever we like. the next three posts will be those personal reflections. enjoy.

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july 23, 2004 - "you're favorite quote about love"

"i want love to be simple. i want to trust without thinking. i want to be generous with my affection and patience and love unconditionally. it is easier to love a person with their flaws than to weed through them. i want to love the whole person, not parts; and this is how i want to be loved."

this quote is from jewel's book, "chasing down the dawn." yes, the singer with bad teeth, jewel. her journal was full of nuggets of observation and reflection. the quote was taken from a scribble of hers in a journal she kept while on tour. a scribble.

this is my favorite quote about love. it's how i imagine a relationship between to people should be. i think love should be simple, when it's complicated you're not really working at building a relationship of compromises and wanting things for yourself and your mate and for the relationship. you're more concerned with not fighting and trying to keep things under control. i learned that personally in a relationship that i'm back in again.

i came out at 16, did the sleepign around thing for years, met hundreds of guys as director of the glbt group at the university and never once had anyone spark my interest. and then he came along and swept me off my feet. we met a year ago as a one night stand; both of us at a place in our lives where we weren't ready to be in a relationship, and we knew had to wait. we did. then one night, some random night, and we're in a relationship. we had to take a break, but we came back stronger.

you don't document and count the flaws, you cherish them and realize it's what makes a person who they are, and without them, they wouldn't be the person you fell in love with in the first place. love the whole person, not bits and pieces.

and that, is definitely not a scribble.